🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

🔞Kiss Your Chest [Hogwarts AU]

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as Gryffindor and Slytherin students gathered for the pre-match meal before the highly anticipated Quidditch match. Ishan, Tilak, and Mayank sat at the Gryffindor table, their red and gold robes adding a vibrant splash of color to the room. They exchanged confident smiles, eager for the upcoming challenge.

On the other side of the hall, Shubman, Abhisekh, and Yashasvi made their entrance, Slytherin's green and silver robes exuding an aura of determination. Their presence was met with whispers and glances from both admiration and rivalry.

As the Slytherin trio approached the Gryffindor table, the atmosphere crackled with tension, a palpable energy of competition filling the air. 

Ishan, casually grabbing a sandwich, looked up at the taller Slytherin, eyes glowing up with endeavour.

“Oh, look who decided to show up. How's the weather up there?”

Shubman smirked at him, trying to trace his figure which was covered by his robe, especially his chest which always attracted his eyes more often than he wanted to. 

“Ishan, always so eager to lose gracefully, I see.”

“Lose? That's a word for your dictionary, isn't it?”

“Careful, Ishan, your jokes might be as weak as your Quidditch skills.”

“At least I have skills, Shubman, unlike some Seekers I know." 

“Touché, Ishan. But let's see who catches the Snitch first today.”

“Bring it on. Just make sure your broomstick doesn't malfunction like your wit.”

“You'll be eating those words soon enough, Ishan. But for now, enjoy your meal. You'll need the energy for the beating we're about to give you, shorty.” 

Ishan snorted, huffing lightly. They shared a competitive look before heading off to their respective team tables, anticipation for the match heavily brewing between them. 

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The Snitch was only just out of his reach; he could feel its wings flickering against his fingertips, ready to be caught. Shubman Gill was so close to grabbing the win for Slytherin.

He was almost there, broom edging faster and faster until—CRACK—a bludger was sent, not for his body, but for the wide end of his broomstick, throwing him right off balance. 

He thought for a second that he might fall straight off, but he held on, hanging from his shaking broom, only regaining his seat as the Gryffindor seeker caught the Snitch, winning the match for Gryffindor. 

Shubman hung his head as he flew down to the ground—beaters were supposed to aim for the person, not the broomstick, and he had a feeling that he knew exactly who was behind the foul.

As the players landed on the pitch, Shubman dismounted and approached the culprit immediately.

“Kishan!” He added, angrily, with a shove. “That was a foul and you know it.”

Ishan Kishan, one of Gryffindor’s two beaters and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, twirled his broom in his hands, grinned his annoying grin and said, “What was a foul?” His stupid doe eyes sparkled beneath his glasses.